The night is my veil.

There is no doubt that the Dothraki army is chaotic, but even such a chaotic army knows the horror of being attacked by night.

Although the sentries and guards arranged around the camp by the Dothraki at night were lax and paralyzed, Liu Jian found it ridiculous, but these things were there after all.

Before setting off a big mess, Liu Jian first needed to kill these guards one by one.

Xuanwu's thin body lurked and crawled in the lush grasslands of the Dothraki Great Grass Sea to the waist, hiding his body under the shadow of the green grass and moving forward little by little, like a legless snake, the sound caused by the movement was slightly hungry and smelly, and it could not be transmitted for two meters, and then it dissipated in the wind of the silent grassland.

Xuanwu's heart was full of excitement at the moment, on the one hand, excitement, on the other hand, nervousness, and a lot of fear. Beside him, there was also a young assassin of the same age.

As the best member of the Assassin Brotherhood, all the leaders at this moment, Liu Jian naturally handed over the work of pulling out the secret whistle to Xuanwu, and Xuanwu accepted it as a matter of course.

Close enough, he remains undetected.

Xuanwu glanced ahead, the distance between him and the guard was close enough.

The patrol guard consisted of two people, two Dothraki cavalrymen.

Evidently the two men were not willing to keep vigil, and their blushing faces and the smell of mare's milk wine from the wind showed that they were only coping.

Nodding to his companion, he made a few pieces of jewelry.

The companion immediately pulled out a black, non-reflective throwing knife from his waist, and Xuanwu pulled out a slender pole from his bosom.

It was a blow needle.

Both the throwing knives and the blow needles were smeared with snake venom bought from the Meereen merchants.

Although the Assassins only had two Braavos stabbing swords on the surface, the Assassins did not need many weapons on the surface. In fact, a good assassin is an assassin who does not appear to be a threat on the surface, but in fact hides fangs that can poison his target at any time.

Therefore, Liu Jian also prepared a lot of secret gadgets for his little assassins.

For example, the blow needle used by Xuanwu at this time. For example, small throwing knives, some hexagonal sarongs, short daggers, hidden arrows, claws and ropes, depending on their personal strengths and tendencies, they will selectively carry one or more of them. Before use, these gadgets are often coated with poisons that they carry with them through various means to increase the lethality of these gadgets.

As for the Hidden Blade in Assassin's Creed...... It's handsome and fun though.

It's a pity that Liu Jian's skills are insufficient. I just can't do it.

Liu Jian also wanted to equip his friends with small hand crossbows...... It's a pity that for the same reason as the Hidden Arrow, he didn't have the skills to make it.

Xuanwu put the blow pin to his mouth and cautiously aimed it at the Dothraki cavalryman on horseback with a listless face, the pole carefully adjusting its position as his body swayed.

Xuanwu was very calm, and at this time he even remembered what Liu Jian said when he was teaching himself.

"Although you are all very strong, stronger than the vast majority of people in this world, do not think of yourself as warriors, it is never your job to fight head-on. From the beginning. You are the Assassins. ”

"Most of the time, assassins won't have a second chance, so be calm, and if you're not sure, you'd rather give up than shoot."

"When you fail, don't try to remedy it, run away immediately. If you fail, you fail, and there is always a next chance to live. ”

"But if you see a good opportunity, don't hesitate. Go all out,

"No matter how favorable the situation is. Be sure to have a second plan ready. If necessary, you also need to prepare a third and fourth plan...... Even if these programs are not used most of the time. But when you need to, it's better to be prepared than not to be prepared at all. ”

Xuanwu pondered and waited.

At the moment when the squinting and sleepy Dothraki cavalry casually tugged at the reins and wanted to turn around and leave, Xuanwu violently blew out the flying needle in his mouth, and rushed out like a black phantom. A glittering dagger appeared in his hand, and at the same time, his companion, another assassin, shot the throwing knife in his hand.

The purpose of Xuanwu rushing out was not to kill people. He was confident enough in his blow needle, which was smeared with fierce snake venom that could kill a person in an instant if it hit the vital spot. He rushed out, just to be on the safe side...... But it didn't work.

The needle struck the heart with precision, and the companion's shot flew equally delicately slicing open the throat of another target, preventing them from making any sound.

Rushing to the side of the war horse, Xuanwu lifted the two corpses with both hands and slowly put them down.

The whole process, the silence is like a mime.

At this time, Xuanwu breathed a sigh of relief.

Take the torch that has been prepared, light it, and extinguish it.

At the same time, in other directions of the camp, flames appeared from time to time that were suddenly extinguished.

"Looks pretty good." Looking at the flames that kept rising and extinguishing, Liu Jian thought in his heart.

The first time they went to the battlefield, it was really good for these children to have such a performance, and Liu Jian originally thought that they would always make some mistakes.

After all, it's the first time to go into battle, and they're all half-grown children who haven't grown up like this, even if they have more powerful force than the average person in this world, it's normal for them to have all kinds of shortcomings and mistakes.

The result was even better than the best-case scenario that Liu Jian had expected.

"Raid the camp!"

The opportunity must not be lost and will not come again, Liu Jian quickly let go of the sigh in his heart, let out a low sigh, and rushed out first.

The galloping horses pierced the camp like sharp knives, setting fires, killing, and the small number of night watch cavalry like tofu scum failed to do anything to hinder this particularly powerful cavalry squad, and Braavos's thin stabbing sword was like a phantom in the night, and every shot of Braavos's sword was bound to take a life.

The oil that had been prepared in the morning was thrown into the flammable tent and lit it.

Rushing into the camp was smoother than Liu Jian imagined, after rushing into the camp and setting fire to kill people, Liu Jian didn't even feel any decent resistance, and everything was over, so that after the horse left, Liu Jian was even a little inexplicably dazed and bored.

"I hope to hatch a dragon soon, otherwise the world will be too boring." Looking at the starry night sky, Liu Jian thought silently.

His strength was a little too strong compared to a world where magic was gone, and he couldn't even find a decent opponent in a world where magic was fading. The boredom and disdain at this time made Liu Jian suddenly understand the desire in his heart......

He craves worthy opponents.

He craves opponents who can improve him.

He longed to be able to make himself struggle between life and death, to enjoy the kind of opponent who was dying.

"I'm a second-year criminal, I'm in my thirties, which one of them is second?" Looking back on his inner thoughts, Liu Jian couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

The enemy is too weak, and the victory is too easy, which should be a good thing!

Unlike Liu Jian's complicated perception and inexplicable burnout, the Assassin Brotherhood, which was entering the battle for the first time, was still in the afterglow of excitement at the moment.

In many senses, the first time you go into battle to kill and the first time you do it. Love is a lot like you're nervous, short of breath, and overwhelmed...... And then before you can react, it's all over.

And when it's all over, you'll feel ...... It's not fun yet.

"These boys." Looking at these half-grown children who were excitedly discussing how many half-grown children Fang had just killed, and discussing everything that had just happened with his companions who were both nervous and excited, Liu Jian couldn't help laughing again.

At this time, in the big tent stationed along the river, Drogo was angry, looking at the camp tent that had been burned to ruins, looking at the corpses everywhere, anger filled Drogo's heart like a flame.

Although Glicas was just a small tribe that had taken refuge, and although people like Glicko were just guys who had to be eliminated in Drogo's heart sooner or later, Liu Jian's night attack was like a slap in the face, which made Drogo Kao's face as dark as water.

But on the other side, another group of people had a gloating look on their faces.

They were Annukas' subordinates.

Although the camps of the two sides were extremely close together, Annukas should have been the first to arrive when Grekas's camp was attacked. But they didn't arrive until this morning.

Joke!

Greikas was attacked, and if they didn't add fuel to the fire, it was good, how could they possibly provide any help?

"Great Drogo Kao! I am Ikas, the son of Griko, those evil raiders, who stormed our tent at night to burn and plunder, and my father was burned in the tent. A young Dothraki knelt in front of Drogokao, his face covered with smoke and fire, tears leaving two white marks on his cheeks: "I beg you to make me your vanguard, that I may have the opportunity to cut off the enemy's head with my own hands!" ”

"Ikas, you don't have to worry." Despite the sneak attack, Drogo did not change his original battle plan. He still wanted to reunite his newly converted tribes before he acted. But Drogo knew that he had to show his kindness and magnanimity at this time, so although Drogo was dissatisfied in his heart, he still said like a benevolent elder at this moment: "I, Drogo, swear to the god of horses that the murderer will never receive any forgiveness, Iqas, I will give you the opportunity to avenge your father with my own hands." ”

Stretching out his hands, like a generous elder, Drogo helped Ikas to his feet: "You are your father's son, and I will make you a coward like your father, and I will command your tribe." I will give you three thousand warriors, three thousand of the most elite warriors. They will be your Arrak scimitars, helping you to slit the throats of your enemies and drink their blood. (To be continued.) )